Ok, so I have a problem here.
What do I do about Valentine’s Day?
If y’all look back to when I started my blog, it was to tell the story of the Valentine’s Day nightmare I had with Monica last year. Even in April it was still bothering me, so Sloppy Joe told me to write about it to get it off my chest. He was right…and, well, I reckon it’s pretty clear that I got into having a blog.
What I don’t want to have to write about is another terrible Valentine’s Day. I’d like this one to be nice…although I know that’s asking a lot. Most men with girlfriends will tell you that Valentine’s Day costs a lot of money and totally sucks. I just don’t want it to suck this time. I want to spare myself the wasted money. I want to spare Keaton a late-night visit where I get all gayass and complain about it. And I don’t want to end up pissed off and half drunk in a strip club at 2 AM.
Joyce deserves better than that too.
I may not write it too often, but the fact is that I do have an awesome girlfriend…and not only because of the awesome things she’s done for me (like the haunted house and those seats at the Dodger game.) All that is great, and I’ve never had girlfriend go out of her way for me the way Joyce does…but Joyce is just all-around awesome as a girlfriend. I like spending time with her, and y’all have probably noticed that I don’t usually like spending more time than I have to with women.
So, after all the holidays Joyce has done for me, Valentine’s Day is my turn. And I don’t want to fuck it up.
The good news is that I’ve got a bigger budget than I did last year, since I’ve been making some good extra money from helping Lucas out with baseball. I don’t have a million dollars or anything, but I have enough to do something really nice.
The question is: what?